Reid pulled the covers over his head with a muffled sigh of exhaustion. He was drained. The team had just returned from a week long case in Colorado, that had been especially taxing on all of them. It seemed to be a consensus that the cases with children were always most difficult. Finally... Hotch had rewarded them with a full 4 days off. Luxury. The 7 of them had eagerly went their separate ways, after hasty goodbye's, and scribbled notes on unfinished charts. It was such a relief to climb into bed and relax, without having to worry about poring over case file after case file, examine every last detail of every person-unsub and otherwise... and every single crime scene they examined. It was physically and emotionally draining. So now... Spencer Reid planned to sleep for the next 14 hours... blissful, uninterrupted sleep. ahhh...

ring. riiiiing. RIIIING.

Though he knew it was illogical, he thought the phone got gradually louder...

RIIIIING!

and shriller with every ring.

How was it even POSSIBLE. That his phone was ringing? What happened to 4 days off? what happened to his much needed rest? Groaning, he reached blindly over to his bedside table, nearly falling off his bed in his halfhearted pursuit of the phone. Finally, having pried himself from his prison of twisted sheets, he grabbed the offending object from the floor where it had fallen, and checked the caller ID. Just as he had anticipated, it was JJ. And when JJ called him... It was almost never good news. Sighing heavily, he pressed talk, speaking with undisguised disgust at the sudden interruption of his holiday.

"yeah. Reid. What?" He checked his watch with a yawn and awaited her response.

"... Spence?"

He paused in confusion. JJ didn't sound like her usual composed self. There was a slight break in her voice, and she sounded faint... as if afraid.

"JJ... are you alright?"

"Er... yeah. Spence, we need you down here right away, okay?" She tried to mask the slight quaver in her voice, but being the genius profiler that he was, reid saw through it easily.

"JJ, is everything okay? You sound kind of... freaked out."

He frowned slightly when she didn't respond.

"JJ?"

"yeah Reid, I'm okay, just get down here okay, Hotch wants you to be here in 30." With that there was a click- and a long dial tone, signaling the end of their call.

Reid held the phone away from his ear in surprise. JJ rarely lost it like that. He rose from the bed, a crease forming between his eyes. He knew he should ignore the call. But his instincts were screaming for him to consider it more closely. He grabbed the appropriate work attire from the drawers to his right- a white dress shirt, blue cardigan, black silky tie and grey corduroy pants. All the while, his mind whirred on, analyzing his short conversation with JJ.

He tried to pass it off as a sadness or disgust stemming from the latest case... but he was sure he had heard a distinct fear in her voice. He pondered this as he showered and dressed for work, worried for the young woman he considered a sister...

He glanced in the mirror on his way out the door, finishing the loose knot in his tie, and sliding on the nearby black high top converse. grabbing his gun and badge from the foyer table, he turned the knob of his apartment door, and hurried outside. all the way to work his fingers thrummed impatiently on the steering wheel, his face screwed up in concentration. Was she hurt? Was she trying to send him a message? It was unnerving... not knowing what was happening... the complete and utter guesswork... he relied on his brain.

But all he had now was gut instinct.

Finally, he pulled up to his workplace, parking hastily, and striding purposefully towards the place that would provide him with answers. He pushed open the heavy glass and metal door, and flashed his ID at the security guards before pushing insistently at the elevator buttons. When it arrived, he boarded quickly, pressing the appropriate button as his foot tapped impatiently. Finally it began to move, and he looked at the wall above him, watching the numbers change, until it finally reached 6. With a ding, the doors slid open, and Reid was met with complete silence in the usual bustling activity of the BAU. Of course the entire floor had been given the 4 days holiday, the particularly brutal cases handed off to other departments. Reid pushed open the next set of doors, and glanced around the bullpen, which appeared to be completely empty. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he turned around, glancing around the empty room at the sudden feeling he was being watched. He frowned, lines creasing his forehead. He walked steadily forwards, debating whether he should draw his gun from the holster at his hip... then deciding against it. His instincts could be wrong...

It could just be that he had misread the entire situation. There was no real evidence. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Forcing himself to relax, he quietly ascended the stairs, and walked to the conference room. The door was very slightly ajar, and Spencer walked towards it, his face a mask of confusion and curiosity. He slowly pushed open the door, and his eyes met those of JJ, who was directly across from him, bound to her chair, and gagged. The rest of the team was around her, all shaking their heads violently, terror in their eyes.

"Wha-" Reid was cut off by a blow to the head, and he crumpled to the ground. He did not get up. The rest of the team watched him fall,

their expressions tortured. Morgan tried in vain to free himself, eyeing the man looming over Reid with loathing. He just chuckled, as he took in the 7... all of them at his mercy.